She was looking beautiful, wearing a short red skirt, a black blouse, silk stockings, and red high heels. She ran her hand through her long dark hair and smiled back at me, showing me her perfect white teeth between her full red lips.

Katerina was the sister of my boss Nikolai, and she had taken their sibling rivalry to a new level when she had started her own TV station, making her a direct competitor for her brother.

I was here because Katerina (nicknamed Katya by her brother) had wanted to talk to me about a new show she had planned. Not only had she lured away Erik, who had been one of the most enthusiastic stagehands on my show "The Balls of Others", but she was obviously trying to start her own version of my show... Advertisements for "Bashing Balls" were all over town, and I had seen a couple of TV ads that made me fear we could lose the fight for the younger demographic. Her show looked nothing short of fantastic...

As always when I was at her studios, I felt a little bit guilty. I was pretty sure that her brother would rip my balls off if he ever knew that I was meeting with her. On the other hand, Katya would probably do the same if I didn't. I was pretty fond of my balls so I did what everyone in their right mind would do: Meet with her and lie to my boss...

"Come on in", Katya said with her Russian accent.

I had been waiting in front of her office, and she was a few minutes late. I looked at my watch. 12:36.

"Sorry I'm late", Katya said walking into her office. She put her handbag on her desk and sat down behind it, motioning for me to take a seat in front of her.

I sat down. "No problem. I just came here a few minutes ago..."

Katya nodded. "Do you mind if I eat my salad while we're talking?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

"I'm on a strict diet", she smiled at me and pointed at her body. "This takes a lot of work."

"I can imagine", I said.

Katya reached for a large plate of salad that was sitting on her desk. "I get it delivered every day at noon", she explained and reached for the fork.

"It looks delicious", I said. It really did. Perfectly green lettuce leaves, tomatoes, slices of bell pepper, some corn, covered in a fine, viscous vinaigrette. I wasn't really a salad person - but this meal looked like it was right up my alley.

Katya smiled. "I have one of Wolfgang Puck's deciples make them for me." She brought the fork to her lips and took in a shiny green piece of lettuce, glistening with vinaigrette. It disappeared between in her mouth and she licked her lips. She leaned back and closed her eyes. "Hmmm. That's really---" Suddenly her eyes opened and she had a funny look on her face. "That's---" She looked at the salad. "It tastes different."

"A new recipe?" I suggested.

"Maybe", she said, picking up another piece of lettuce and watching it closely. She brought it to her mouth and chewed in silence. "I think it's the vinaigrette." She took another bite. "It's--- I don't know." She looked at me. "It tastes funny."

I smiled. "Maybe Wolfgang is trying something new?"

She stared at the salad. "Here, what do you think?" She handed me the fork.

I tried it. She was right. "It's pretty salty", I said.

She nodded. "I think it's the vinaigrette." She ran her finger over the salad, picking up some of the viscous fluid and brought it to her mouth. The expression on her face changed. "I know that taste", she said slowly. Her fingertip dipped into the vinaigrette again. Sucking on her finger, her face darkened.

Suddenly, she reached for the intercom. "Erik!" she barked.

Seconds later, my former stage hand Erik stormed into the room. "Katerina?" he said breathlessly. He looked hot, wearing his signature black clothes: tight-fitting trousers and a shirt. He was around twenty years old, with blond hair and a Zac Efron style haircut.

Erik's body started to shake and he ducked his head and covered his crotch.

Katya stood in front of him. "Did you---"

"Nonono, of course not! I'd never!" Erik protested.

Katya watched him for a few seconds. "I believe you. Get me the footage of the security camera!"

Erik's mouth opened.

"Now!" Katya barked.

Erik stormed out of the room.

Fifteen minutes later, we were staring at the screen of Katya's TV, and we found what we were looking for.

"Incredible!" Katya whispered. "Look at that!"

On the screen in front of us, we saw a muscular, shirtless man. The only item of clothing, a pair of skimpy shorts, was down at his ankles, and he was feversihly stroking his impressive cock, aiming it at Katya's plate. A few seconds later, he unloaded a big batch of cum on the salad. Making sure to not waste a drop, he squeezed the head of his dick before pulling up his shorts and leaving the room.

Katya rewinded the tape, pressed pause and moved closer to the TV.

Erik let out a laugh. "It's one of the Nutcrackers!"

Form my last visit to the set of Katya's show I remembered the quartet of dimwitted muscleboys. They were part of the show, apparently serving as ballet dancers, and - from what I've been told by some friends of Erik - Katya frequently used them to pleasure herself. Usually it was one in her mouth, one in her ass and two in her pussy, if I recalled correctly. I tried to picture that scene in my head.

Katya shot him an angry look. "It's not funny!"

"Of course not", Erik mumbled.

Katya squinted at the screen. "Which one is it?"

Erik shrugged. "I can't even tell them apart when they are standing in front of me."

He returned a couple of minutes later, the four Ukranian musclestuds in tow. They were looking virtually identical: dressed in tight-fitting red shorts, with red socks and black boots. Their muscular bodies were perfectly tanned. They stood in front of Katya, smiling at her. Two of them started rubbing their crotches, the other two already had raging erections, and their skimpy shorts didn't do much to hide them. I assumed it was something like a Pavlovian response, apparently they usually walked into this office to have sex with their boss. I saw one of the Ukranians eye Erik and me with a lecherous look on his face. He obviously thought that this time there were a few more holes available for them...

Katya looked at Erik. "Take off their shorts!"

Erik complied and walked up to the four studs, pulling down their shorts one ofter the other, freeing their big, hard cocks.

The Ukranians smiled. One of them licked his lips and ran his hand through Erik's hair and tried to guide his head towards his leaking cock.

"Listen up, boys!" Katya shouted.

The four studs looked at her.

Katya started speaking in Russian. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but judging from the looks on the four studs' faces, it wasn't what they had been hoping for.

The four guys exchanged nervous glances, then they all shrugged. Apparently that didn't satisfy Katya, and she continued, the tone of her voice getting angrier and angrier, and the expressions on the guys' face getting more and more intimidated. One of them opened his mouth to protest, but he thought twice abaout it when he caught an angry glance from Katya.

Katya shouted something, and the boys all shook their heads quickly. Suddenly, they all started talking, in pleading voices, shaking their heads and lifting their hands as if they were trying to protect themselves from something.

Katya spoke up again, and the guys went silent.

"Okay", Katya said. "They are not cooperating."

One of the four hot studs spoke up in a pleading voice.

"Bullshit!" Katya shouted. "One of you did it and if you don't want to tell me I guess we'll have to convince you!" She turned to Erik. "Make them confess."

Erik raised his eyebrows and his face lit up. "You mean I get to bust their balls?"

Katya sighed. "Do what's necessary."

Erik smiled. "Sure. Thanks. I will." He stood in front of the four guys and smirked at them. "Looks like it's time for some payback, boys." He walked back and forth in front of them, and their eyes followed him. "Payback for all those times you busted my b---"

"Oh, come on, Erik", Katya said impatiently. "This is not about you. This is about who spunked on my salad!"

Erik blushed. "Sure."

"Trash their balls already!" Katya ordered.

Erik nodded and stood in front of Nutcracker Number One who eyed him suspiciously. All four of them were a lot taller than Erik. Erik looked down at Number One's crotch. His cock was thick and hard, with two huge testicles hanging low in their shaven sac.

Erik's gaze shifted upwards and he looked Number One in the eyes as he brought his leg back and snap-kicked his precious balls. Number One let out a shrill wail as his buddies cringed in sympathy.

Katya smiled. "Did you do it? Come on, if you don't tell me there's a lot more pain to come..."

Number One groaned and shook his head, a pleading look on his face.

"Kick him again", Katya said in a casual voice.

"Sure", Erik grinned and landed another kick that connected perfectly with the ripe set of plums swinging between Number One's legs.

The handsome Ukranian's eyes opened wide and his mouth opened in a silent scream.

Katya sighed. "Again!"

Erik happily obliged and aimed another nutcrunching kick between Number One's thighs. His instep slammed into the poor, meaty balls, driving them into his pelvis.

Number One's eyes rolled back in his head and he wailed in pain before sinking to his knees, clutching his manhood, and whimpering in pain.

His buddies looked at him, rubbing their own balls in sympathy.

I raised my eyebrows. "Wow, he went down fast..."

Katya shrugged. "They aren't used to getting their nuts kicked. Usually it's them doing the ballbusting..."

Erik blushed and looked down at Number One. "But not today", he mumbled. "Bastard!"

"Get on with it, we haven't got all day", Katya said impatiently.

Erik moved down the line and stood in front of Number Two whose cock was a tad bit longer than Number One's, and his balls were even bigger.

"Confess. Now. Or your balls will suffer the same fate as your buddy's over there", Erik smiled. He was really getting into this...

Number Two bit his lips.

Erik shrugged, grabbed Number Two's shoulders and kneed his balls hard. Number Two grunted in pain. Erik brought his knee up again, making Number Two groan miserably. A third time, Erik kneed his precious balls, causing Number Two to cough and retch.

Erik looked at Katya who rolled here eyes.

"Just floor him already", she said impatiently.

Erik nodded, licked his lips and looked Number Two in the eyes. With an evil grin, he powered his knee up between his thighs once more, causing the two huge orbs to flatten like pancakes. Number Two was lifted off the ground and collapsed on the ground, sobbing.

"Man, their balls are really weak", Erik chuckled, shaking his head. He rubbed his hands. "Well, two down, two to go..." He turned to Number Three.

"What about you?" he asked, smiling. "Did you do it?"

Number Three didn't seem to get what Erik was asking. He said something in Ukranian, looking at Katya.

"Bullshit", she said.

Erik cracked his knuckles and wrapped his hands around Number Three's ample package. He lifted his big cock out of the way so that he had easy access to his oversized testicles. He grabbed a nut in each hand and slowly increased the pressure.

Number Three's face contorted and he started groaning.

Erik squeezed harder and harder, making Number Three moan louder and louder. Finally, Erik quickly twisted the two tender testicles in opposite directions and yanked down hard.

Number Three's face froze in a painful grimace, his mouth forming a small O.

"That should do it", Erik grinned and dug his fingernails into the tender flesh of Number Three's balls.

Number Three's lips started trembling, and when Erik tugged down hard, Number Three's knees gave and he sank to the floor, his eyes crossing.

Erik sighed. "I guess that leaves only one..."

Number Four looked around nervously. Seeing his buddies torment had obviously turned him on, as his cock was rock hard and pointing to the ceiling. His dick was massive, and the two big, juicy balls swinging below them made Erik swallow hard.

"Oh man, this is the best one", he mumbled and balled his fist. He got down on his knees, his eyes fixed on the prize. Number Four looked down at him, a fearful expression on his face.

Judging from the expression on his face, Number Four didn't understand a word. But I was pretty sure he got a hunch of what was going to happen to his plump babymakers, as Erik looked up at him, winking, and smashed his fist into his balls in a powerful uppercut. His knuckles dug into the tender flesh and Number Four stumbled backwards, screaming from the top of his lungs.

"Wait, I'm not done yet!" Erik shouted angrily, grabbing Number Four's hard cock and yanking him back. The dick was slippery with precum, and it slithered out of Erik's hands, slapping back against his abs, little drops of precum sailing through the air. The huge balls swung back and forth, and Erik didn't lose a beat. He brought his arm back and powered a direct punch into Number Four's poor testicles, making him choke and retch before he sank to the floor.

Erik turned around and looked at Katya. "I guess neither one of them wants to admit it", he shrugged.

Katya scoffed. "Okay, this doesn't go anywhere..." She looked at the four hunks writhing on the ground with a disgusted expression on her face.

Erik looked at her, waiting for instructions.

Katya thought for a moment. Then her face lit up. "Okay, the last time we had sex was two days ago. So they balls must be filled to the brim with cum. But the one who jizzed my salad wasted his load today." She smiled. "We just have to measure their cumshots and we know who did it!" She smiled proudly.

I looked at her. "Well, what if they had sex since then?"

Katya laughed. "No way. They aren't allowed to fuck anyone but me. And they aren't allowed to shoot their load if I'm not present."

I raísed my eyebrows.

"It's in their contracts", she shrugged. "The last one who violated that clause is spending some quality time in Siberia. A friend of mine runs a brothel there. I hear he is one of his top moneymakers. Russians like a nice piece of ass..."

I made a mental note never to mess with Katya. When I looked at Erik I got the impression that he was doing the same...

"Okay", Katya clapped her hands. "Get up boys! Time to show what you got in those nuts!" She turned to Erik. "Get some glasses!"

Erik rushed out of the room and returned moments later with four glasses, while the four hunks slowly got up, goraning and moaning.

Erik placed the glasses on the floor and looked at the four Ukranians.

"What are you waiting for?" he barked.

The four studs looked at him, blank expressions on their faces.

Erik rolled his eyes and made a wanking gesture.

The four guys groaned.

"Erik, let's get this over with!" Katya sighed.

"What?"

"Jerk them off!"

"I--- What?!" Erik looked horrified. "But I'm not---"

"Now!" Katya shouted.

Erik mumbled something unintelligable and, with a disgusted look on his face, started jerking off the first Ukranian's oversized schlong. He wasn't very gentle, and the poor guy groaned and moaned as Erik's fist connected with his swinging nutsac. It didn't take long until Number One shot a big, creamy load into the glass.

Erik eyed it and put it on the table, a nauseated expression on his face, before he turned to Number Tow, grabbed his balls in a tight grip with his left hand and stroked his cock with his right hand, coaxing a huge batch of cum into the second glass within less than 2 minutes.

Number Three's cock was already dripping with precum, and it just took a couple of gentle strokes - and a couple of not so gentle punches to the balls for good measure - until he unloaded a series of almost a dozen thick, salty ropes of cum into the third glass.

I was no expert but the three glasses on the table each contained what looked like more than two day's worth of saved spunk.

Erik had the same thought, apparently. "I think it's this one", he said, pointing at Number Four. Obviously he was hoping that they could just skip the humiliating procedure and declare him guilty as charged right away.

But Katya shook her head. "Milk him", she grunted. "I want to see the evidence!"

Erik rolled his eyes and turned to Number Four who looked devastated. Erik roughly grabbed his hard meat and started wanking it. The stud was groaning and moaning, and it seemed to take forever. After 5 minutes, Erik grew impatient and grabbed Number Four's ballsac, squeezing it and milking it like a cow's udder. Another 5 minutes passed, and the Ukranian stud didn't look like he was ready to cum soon.

Erik sighed and readjusted his grip on his nuts. "Okay, then we'll do it the hard way", he mumbled. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of the Ukranian's tender testicles, amking the stud scream in pain.

"I'm gonna squeeze that cum out of your fat, stupid babymakers", Erik whispered, gnashing his teeth. He squished and squashed Number Four's nuts, digging his fingernails into the meaty orbs while forcefully wanking his cock.

The rest of the Nutcrackers were watching the scene, cringing in sympathy as their buddy's manhood was mangled.

After what seemed like forever, the stud's eyes rolled back in his head and his breathing stopped for a second. Quickly, Erik grabbed the fourth glass and aimed the cock at it.

We all watched in silence as three pitiful drops of cum leisurely driped into the glass, barely coating the bottom.

Erik let go of Number Four's cock, placed the glass on the table and, with a hard slapped to the Ukranian's cock, stood and turned to face Katya.

The four Ukranians started talking, Number Two walked behind the desk, pointing at the glasses and shouting something I didn't understand. Number One lunged at Number Four, trying to punch him in the face, only to be stopped by Number Three who threw a well-aimed kick at Number One's recently spent nuggets, crunching them into his pelvis and making Number One collapse on the ground.

Now, all hell broke loose as the four naked Ukranians started fighting. The room was filled with screams and roars, accompanied by the sound of vicious kicks and devious punched and naked nuts getting crunched.

The riot stopped immediately when Katya stood and screamed something in Russian.

Slowly, the four Ukranians dissolved, catching their breath, getting in line again. There was some shoving and some angry grunts that were quickly stopped when Katya rose her voice.

I didn't understand what she was saying, but apparently, it made the four hunks cosiderably uncomfortable. She took Number Four's glass and emptied the content of the other three glasses into it, filling it to the brim with the combined slimy spunk. Then she gave the glass to Erik.

"Make him drink it", she said sharply.

"My pleasure", Erik grinned. He took the glass and walked to Number Four who started to protest, pointing at his buddies, pleading for their help.

The three studs looked down at their feet.

Number Four made a jump for the door, but his buddies seemed to have enough. They stopped him and brought him to the floor. One of them held his legs, the second one secured his arms, and the third one held his head in a tight grip.

Erik walked over to him, smiled, held his nose and waited for Number Four's mouth to open. The poor guy tried his best to hold his breath, but to no avail. As soon as he gasped for air, Erik poured the slimy cum cocktail into his mouth, making him gag and retch. But finally, he gave in and swallowed the milky spunk, causing one of his buddies to let out a disgusted laugh.

"Okay", Katya said slowly, turning to me. "I think it's time for you to leave."

He was interrupted by a shrill scream from inside Katya's office that made me shudder.

"Like I said: Ouch", Erik whispered.

The three Ukranians burst out laughing.

I turned to Erik. "Um. Why are they laughing?"

Erik shrugged. "I don't know", he said. "Maybe---"

We were interrupted by a loud groan, followed by another shrill scream.

Suddenly, Erik grinned. "Those damn Ukranians..."

I looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Look at them", Erik chuckled and pointed at one of them. "Look at that one. His sac. Do you see the scratches? Those are the marks my fingernails left on his nuts. That's the one who spunked on the salad."

I rose my eyebrows and looked at Katya's door. "And the one in there?"

Erik shrugged. "Who cares?"

We watched the naked Ukranians leave, patting each other's backs.

Muffled groans were coming out of Katya's office.

"Okay", Erik sighed. "They will be in there for quite a while... Do you want to grab something to eat?"

7 comments:

Thank you, Erik! It took me a pretty long time to finish this one (and, frankly, I still don't know if I'm entirely happy with the way it turned out...), so your feedback really means a lot to me! :-))

Oh man, now I'm going to have to start checking my salads before I eat them... LOL. Great story! I think it's funny that we don't ever find out the Ukrainian's names, but the idea of having 4 equally hot studs to do whatever you want to them is just... brilliant! Keep up the good work, as always, your writing is a huge inspiration!